At 18 months, this little girl is all personality. She is a talker. Half of the time it's toddlerspeak, but filled with inflection and the other half is understandable... which I admit to loving. She learned to repeat "no, no," occasionally. Generally you can hear her saying it when she snatches my mouse from the desk. (Yes, takes the mouse, hands it to Daddy and says, "No, no!") Sometimes she says it when the dreaded diaper change comes around (wigglier than a little worm this one is) and sometimes she just sings it around the apartment. She also learned to say "Nonna!" which melts her Nonna's heart everytime.
I mentioned she sings, but the dancing is what gets me every time. She likes a song with a good beat to dance to (although more melodic songs she'll cuddle up to) and spins in circles as she guides with one little arm and pumps with the other. I could watch her dance all day.
Oh, but don't worry. We haven't gotten to the favorite item. I know I've mentioned it before, but it bears repeating. Buttons. She wakes up and asks for them. Unfortunately, she pronounces it this way, "Butts? Butts!" And by unfortunately, I mean adorable and a little embarrassing in public places.
This is all well and good, but a girl's got to rest, right?
Right?
Well, no... not really. I mean she needs it, and by the time night falls she is absolutely exhausted... but naps are few and far between these days and non-existent if we attempt them in the crib. The crib is a wonderful thing at night, but during the day it must turn into a monster of epic scare factor by how she screams (even if laid in it asleep) when her body touches the mattress. So, we just go with the flow. Generally, that means she lies down next to me while I work and drifts off. Then I pick her up and move her to our bed and we snuggle up for a nap. Those are the sweet days, where she shifts a little when I lie her down, but then just burrows in and falls asleep with what seems to be relief. I try to forget about the work I could be doing and watch her rest before succumbing to my ever-present need for sleep.

Those are the good days. Other days, well, sometimes we're all a little cranky. I can't lie to you, dear friends. I miss the brief time where she took regular naps. But on those cranky days, all is well when Daddy gets home. As soon as she hears the front door opening, she runs headlong to the door, yelling in her sweet little voice, "Da-eee, Da-eeee!" Today I feared her little heart was broken when the UPS man came to the door a few hours before Daddy came home, she was sure it was him.
And that's where we are... watching her grow and change into a little girl with definite preferences, things to say and castles to build.
Sometimes I'm afraid to blink, because I might miss her learning something new.
I'm okay with it, though. I'm working on parenting her just as she is, just who she is.
Because this is the fun age.
Every age is the fun age.
She makes sure of that.